Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

bond with my

it, because

hard on

but… Dominic” He looks back over his shoulder and

clearing behind

Roger’s face when he

see how grave his expression is…how

feels like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen, again, in

to follow his gaze, and

in the darkness. One covered

robes, the other…

instant, as fast as I can go – but I

the baby in

and my instincts kick in,

it is with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already

mouth

his eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me that

harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to get to

give me the baby

my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over to

every molecule within me screaming to

go again…

one more glance towards those forms in the darkness has me

child to his godfather. Roger will take care of

a word I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

eyes open in the forest and wince as the

top half of

morning?

then I realize,

don’t remember going to

wary, trying to

not even in my bed.

Inside at all…

bright forest and down at the soft bed on

the crisp white linens. Where the

a soft voice says, and I whip my head up

of me. I blink, trying to clear my wide

to be she can’t be anything

you an angel?” I ask, my voice low with awe. But she

with the soft smile I expect, instead bursting into

she says, shaking her head and coming close to me, taking

into

about it –

“Am I…am I dead?”

slowly shaking her head. “No, baby,” she

I’d be worried about these questions, except

is fine. You’re just

I ask, frowning up at her. But she just smiles at me again

in my lap. My